Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me...
Last night, my great grandma passed away. For the first time in my life, I attended a funeral during Chinese New Year. Last year I attended 3 funerals. Everytime I see someone lying in the coffin, I get this surreal feeling. Cos somehow it doesn't seem real, and yet there they are lying in the coffin, dressed in nice clothes and make-up. And as I look down, somehow I get this weird thought, 'what if she suddenly opens her eyes?' I don't know, maybe it's just me and my weird and over-active imagination.
Rest in peace, great grandma.
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality
- The Chariot
by Emily Dickinson
Last night, my great grandma passed away. For the first time in my life, I attended a funeral during Chinese New Year. Last year I attended 3 funerals. Everytime I see someone lying in the coffin, I get this surreal feeling. Cos somehow it doesn't seem real, and yet there they are lying in the coffin, dressed in nice clothes and make-up. And as I look down, somehow I get this weird thought, 'what if she suddenly opens her eyes?' I don't know, maybe it's just me and my weird and over-active imagination.
Rest in peace, great grandma.
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality
- The Chariot
by Emily Dickinson
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